Just a little extra I’m off to somewhere so I’ll come back and edit in a bit. – He pulled her across the room by her hair, yanking some of the dark strands out by the root. The pain was breath stealing, rippling along nerve ending still tingling from the rush of her climax. She …
Chapter 2 Driving up to the place made her realize that life had handed Hunter a far better hand since their split. He lived in a grand three-story manor on the opposite side of town in a neighborhood suited for CEOs of huge companies. The long driveway led up to a house that was three …
This story is kind of my baby. It’s my baby I’ve let languish away for a the last year or more because I wasn’t sure what else to do with it. When you love something, you let it rot in your finished stories pile? So, I guess I’ll post parts of it here. Maybe I’ll post …
I’ve apparently been here under this particular alias for 3 whole years. Some of you remember my previous blog, some don’t. I’d like to think I’m far more mature but that’s always hard to tell. I’ve been blogging pretty consistently on one site or another over the course of 10+ years and I don’t …
It’s her full pouty lips I imagine them pursed Sucking at my skin At the hollow of my neck On my taut nipple By the dip of my navel Down to the curve of my hip I imagine returning the favor So she’ll develop a crush on me
The past becomes a murky mess When time and distance sweeps through The promise of passion Lures more than love could The echo of hand to flesh rings true And what I thought I needed Reduces down to simple things You relearning the contours of me.
Displaying a body of work Staring at empty canvases Wondering when ideas will coalesce Will the product please the painter?
Mirror Mirror On the wall Am I the fairest Can you see me at all? A late Boobday? Trying to figure out if I should do sinful Sunday? Enjoy it either way.
The squeak of the front door pulled her up short. A hint of anxiety hit her. She tamps it down and goes back to straightening the parlor, planning dinner in her mind, praying whomever was home had no need of her. The children were at school, the missus at her all day social, Mr Fletcher out-of-town… …
A story hovers on the edges of my mind. It’s I’m unsure I’ll do justice so I’ll let it continue to brew. In the meantime… Send motivation!